Final Summer Hurrah

A little while ago we went on a camping trip with the McCombs family. I haven't posted about the trip yet because I lost our camera right after the trip. But the lost has been found. Here are the details.

Abbie/James & Co., Phil/Kelsey & Co., Aaron/Maren & Co., Ma & Pa, and Benson and Seth all made the trek to a camping spot just outside of Malad. Our sites had lots of trees and a creek running by. The water was nice except for the parents who had to keep their kids out of it. But we even caught and ate a few fish from the creek. How authentic.

Since we're family, we must think alike because, while camping, four ladies stepped out of their tents in purple--which also happens to be Grandma McCombs's favorite color.



As one of our fireside camping events, some of us took 10 minutes or so to teach each other about a topic. I taught about cattle, Abbie taught about her crazy high-intensity exercise, my Dad taught us a boy scout skit, etc. The highlight of the camping trip, however, (besides the fried chicken my Mom made) was when my mom (an elementary music teacher) handed out recorders and taught us a song that we then played along with a CD. First we all had to listen carefully to instructions:

James was a bad boy, playing when our recorders were supposed to be at rest.

After learning the notes, we added the actions which included waving our recorders in a circle above our heads. Aaron was pretty good at this part.


We eventually got so good at our song that we were able to dance around the campfire while playing it.

Unless there was a kid in your lap. I'm sure the neighbors loved all of it. As I said, it was the highlight of the trip.

The lowlight of the trip was Aaron shining a flashlight down into the porta-potty. Worst day of my life.